Brianna Allen Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and her laugh – loud, mate, like a bloody shotgun! Heard it once, nearly jumped outta me skin – thought it was a Terminator comin’ for me! She’s rough round the edges, yah, but that’s the charm. “Hit me, and I hit back,” she’d say, like Eli, proper savage. Love that, keeps it real.

Woody Allen Story ‘ The Whore Of Mensa’ Republished On The New Yorker Website

In one of the funniest scenes in the story, our protagonist goes undercover and hires the woman who is trying to blackmail Lupowitz's client.

Y’know what else gets me? The sunsets! Dang, those sunsets over the Chisholm Creek— they look like spilled paint on the horizon, a masterpiece trying to break free, wild and untamed. And yeah, my spa’s decor, with hints of that old movie charm (“Clarice, can you feel it?” etc.) adds a touch of eerie elegance— goth yet inviting, just like me.

Donald Allen Olcott